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Daylight	By : pepperdoc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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He led her down a set of stairs she had not yet seen and told her over his shoulder, “We still have some minor rebuilding to get to. Your wand is in my office, I asked Anthony to put it in there, as I could not leave the floor you were on. What did you want to tell me when the Auror’s were here?”
“That Justin was Muggle-Born. Sirens wouldn’t have scared him. But, I guess it doesn’t matter now that we know it’s not really him,” She said tightly. Her thighs were burning as they descended, probably from the riding she had done the day before. She had been gripping the railing jutting from the wall tightly as she had answered.
Over his shoulder he said, “Be careful what you say, Granger.” He turned at the bottom of the stair and saw how she hobbled the last few steps, she could feel herself blushing at the obviousness of her discomfort. “Are you alright?” He asked with a frown on his face.
“Yes, just not fully recovered, I suppose. What do you mean?” She answered wearily.
He placed a hand on her shoulder as she reached the last step and she suddenly remembered the kiss from the morning before, and blushed again as she looked up at his face. He shook his head before saying, “I just need you to come to this floor, if you’d like you can rest in my chambers. There will be a time later on when I will need you to come with me to the surface, so it will be advantageous for you to rest before having to climb all those stairs.”
“Typical Slytherin,” She said with a small smile, “Dragging me all over the Mission for your own means.”
He grinned and answered, “Once a snake, always a snake. Come this way.”
He led her down a narrow passage to a great wooden door with intricate carvings over it. Some of the carvings were of what seemed to be stories from the history of the Mission and others were of strange animals she guessed were native to the area. Over the top of the arched door were the words ‘Enter Here if ye be of Goode Heart’ in gilded script. The handle was a golden weave made to look like rope. He pushed it open with little effort and she followed him into a large space which took her breath away.
The walls were completely covered in books and there were at least four different seating areas with muted green armchairs and small tables. A writing desk sat in the middle of the room made of rich mahogany and parchments and quills were heaped haphazardly across the surface. A huge rug covered the floor in warm reds and browns, making the entire area seem warm and inviting. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling casting delicate swirls of light across the room.
He pointed to a door near the back of the room and told her “The loo is there,” He pointed to another door, “Bedroom if you want to nap, I don’t mind. Feel free to find a book,” He glanced at her with a smirk, “Or, knowing you, more than one.”
She realized her mouth was hanging open in an unladylike fashion and snapped her jaws shut as her eyes drank in the room around her. She barely registered what he had said and did not answer. He snapped his fingers in front of her face and she jumped, feeling like she was coming back to reality, “What was that you said?” She asked.
Chuckling, he pointed to the doors again and repeated himself. “I’ll get your wand and then I’ll ward the door so only I can come in without your permission.”
“Ok,” She said breathlessly. He left without her noticing and she stood there for a few more seconds in awe. Then she walked over to the nearest shelf and stroked along the spines of the books with reverence. Not since Hogwarts had she been so enamored with a library. She lost track of time as she examined the shelf’s titles, Dragons of the Current Age, Dragon Lore, A Brief History of Magical Creatures (Revised- Now with More Dragon Lore!), The Elegant Lizard, 4,000 Degrees Fahrenheit and more.
The door opened behind her noiselessly and she did not hear it. The click of the door against the frame caused her to turn, but there was no one in the room. She felt herself frown as she walked to the door and opened it, thinking someone was looking for Malfoy and curious who it might be. She briefly caught sight of the shoulder of a man- by the height- turning the corner toward the stairs and walked towards the same corner, curiosity growing.
As she was about to look around the corner, she collided with a solid frame and was knocked backwards, nearly losing her balance and ending up on the floor. She steadied herself and glanced up to see Malfoy with his hand near her waist as though to catch her if she fell. “Alright?” He asked with worry in his voice. “What were you doing?” He asked at her answering nod.
“Someone was…” She sighed and shook her head, something made her brain feel fuzzy, and definitely not the delicious smelling cologne Malfoy was wearing, although it may have been a contributing factor. “I feel weird.” She whispered as she noticed the edges of the world blurring.
Malfoy had his wand in his hand suddenly and waved it while muttering spells. He gasped and in a stronger tone cast an anti-jinx she didn’t know. Her head began to clear and she felt better slowly. He grasped her shoulders and looked at her intensely, his grey eyes seemed to be boring into every crevice of her mind, but he was not using a spell, it was just his way. “Who did you see?” He asked in a voice which allowed for no evasion.
“I don’t know.” She was nearly back to normal and frightened- nearly to the same level as when Bellatrix had nearly killed her. When she had been carved into like a tree the status the insane witch believed Hermione deserved. She was fighting against thinking about it and succeeding as she tried to explain what had happened to her. “You must have seen him as he turned the corner,” She said, finishing her short tale.
“There wasn’t anyone I saw,” He said releasing her shoulders and looking at his hands as though they were foreign to him. “I was talking to one of the former Headmasters, he was walking down the corridor’s picture frames. He had just told me something. I was looking at him. Come on, I need to ward the door. Here’s your wand,” He handed it to her and she was glad to see it. She stuffed it into the waistband of the sweatpants she had been changed into.
He paused inside the door and cast a few spells. She recognized the first two as being intended to both hide the door from those who had never been inside and dampen her magical signature from everyone but him. The latter two she did not recognize. “What were the last two, Draco?” She asked without thinking when he turned.
She saw that he raised an eyebrow and his cheeks seemed… Was he blushing? She couldn’t believe it, he was blushing. “The second to last is to only allow me and you access to these rooms and the last is to record anyone who attempts to open the door.”
So he was blushing about something else… “Ok. How long do you think until we go to the surface?”
His blush was receding as he answered, “About four or five hours. We’ll have lunch at some point around there. No one knows that Rowle may still be in the Mission, do not say anything.”
She nodded her understanding, “Is there a shower I can use? I’d like to wash my hair, and maybe change to something a bit more appropriate?”
“The Headmaster I was speaking to mentioned that the loo of this room is charmed to give whoever opens the doors whatever they need. So try that. If not… I can lend you some clothes to transfigure? I’m sure you know how to do that.” He looked a bit awkward as he spoke.
She nodded. He went to his bedroom and she debated if she should follow him. He seemed… distracted? Maybe that was the word she wanted. Plus, it would be a bit inappropriate to be in his bedroom… with him… She blushed as an unwelcome image of herself riding him, his pale skin glowing in contrast against black silk sheets washed across her consciousness. She tried to push the image away from her mind, she could feel the stirrings of lust in her belly, but the fantasy Draco grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her back and began pounding mercilessly into he- “Do you think this will do?” He asked as he walked back into the room.
She cleared her throat and tried to pretend she was not blushing. She looked at the white button up shirt and black pants he was holding. “Yes,” She mentally groaned at how husky her voice sounded and hoped that he wouldn’t comment.
“Are you ok? You’re flushed. And your voice sounds… rough.” His damned eyebrow was lifted and he looked like he might know the goddamn answer already. She wished she could curl up in a hole somewhere and just never leave again until she died of starvation.
She went with her old standby- irritated Hermione is one no one would question. “I’m perfectly fine, Malfoy. Now if you don’t mind I would very much like to get these clothes off of me.”
He smirked and his expression became more predatory. “No, I don’t mind at all.” He sat in the nearest chair with one side step and put the clothes he had been holding in his lap. She stood looking at him for a few seconds trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. “Well, go on.” He said with a wave of his hand.
“I meant that I wanted to shower, Malfoy. That I wanted some privacy.”
“Oh,” He said sarcastically. “You did not say that. I just figured with how you reacted yesterday in the woods...” She didn’t let him finish and threw a book at him.
“You kissed me you git!” She screeched as she threw it. She really hated herself for ‘screeching’ but there was no other word for it, that’s exactly what it sounded like.
He was chuckling as he waved his wand to still the book mid-flight, he stood and plucked the book out of the air. He set it on the table as he approached her with the clothes over his arm. “I see I’ve hit a nerve,” He put the clothes over a chair and continued stalking closer to her. She backed up as he got closer, causing him to grin, “A big sore nerve.”
“How dare you use that against me?” She said, filled with rage, but still backing away.
“It certainly was a pleasant reaction,” She threw another book at his advancing figure, he changed its direction with a wave of his wand. Nonplussed, he continued, “One I would love to see again. However, my question stands, what were you thinking about that made you blush so?”
Fuck, She thought. “N-nothing,” She answered, her voice betraying her lie.
“Oh really?” He asked stepping around a chair and still walking toward her. She backed up further and felt herself against the shelves lining the walls. He smirked and a brief look of triumph showed through his intense gaze.
“Yes, really,” Was that her voice that sounded so shaky and breathless? She steeled her resolve, it was not her to be backed into a corner without a fight. “What were you blushing about when I asked about the spells on the door?” She asked defensively.
He rested his hands on either side of her shoulders on one of the shelves without touching her. “You used my first name. Again.” He tilted his head and she noticed that his eyes were slightly darker. His pupils were dilated. “Hermione,” He all but purred her name and she felt another blush rising to her cheeks. His warmth seemed to seep through her clothes and he was still not touching her. She was frozen between wanting to bolt and wanting to know what he wanted to do. “What were you thinking about?” He asked again.
“How you kissed me yesterday,” She lied.
His head was slowly lowering to hers as he said, “One little half-fake kiss caused such a blush? What would happen with a real one, I wonder?”
Her heart was beating so hard, she felt like it might soon burst if he didn’t back away. He didn’t. His soft lips were ever so gently touching hers, as though to give her the opportunity to back away. She felt her eyes slip shut and she pushed her lips more firmly into his. He made a noise of approval in his throat and she felt one of his hands wrapping around her lower back. He pulled her small frame against his, impatiently.
She opened her mouth slightly and he took the opportunity to push his tongue against hers. She realized her hand had tangled itself into his silky hair once more and she pulled it slightly when he bit lightly at her lower lip. He growled and pushed his body roughly against hers, pinning her against the bookshelf.
The shelf near her bottom dug into her hip bones from him pushing against her so hard, but she didn’t care in the least. Her attention was focused on his tongue thrusting against hers. His hand on her back had just lifted her shirt and was stroking across the smooth skin of her spine. She couldn’t help arching up into his body nor the mewl of pleasure at his touch. She realized his hardness was pressed against her lower belly and half noticed that her body moved against it without her intending to.
She felt the familiar tug of lust deep in her stomach. She desperately wanted to open her legs enough for his hips to press against her throbbing center. That sweet clenching sensation from between her thighs was driving her mad. His hand was beginning to move to her belly and she let out a half-laugh, half-shuddering moan as he brushed a fingertip against her ticklish ribs. He bit her lip lightly. His free hand gripped her hair and tilted her head to the side so he had access to kiss across her jaw and down her neck. His fingers traced random patterns across her stomach and brushed across the bottom of her bra, her nipples instantly hardened, aching for his touch. She could hear her own quivering breathing and gasps.
“Draco,” She moaned, trying to get his attention. Her voice was husky and she was breathless, guilt had begun suddenly, this was moving too fast. His response was a deep growl and his thumb boldly brushed against the bottom of her breast. She threw her head back and bit her lip to stop herself from calling out his name in encouragement. Fuck, I have to stop this before it goes too… She couldn’t finish her thought as he brought the hand from her belly down to cup her rear and press her more tightly against him. His index finger brushed against her throbbing center and her hips angled themselves to try and show him where she needed him to touch.
“Damn, Hermione,” He growled against her neck. Her nipples hardened even tighter against his chest and began to pulse in time with the throbbing between her lower lips. He was so incendiary, she couldn’t find it in herself to stop his ministrations. He lifted his head and latched onto her lips once more, his tongue miming what he could do to her tingling clit. He tugged on her hair and she realized that her hand was still tangled near the base of his skull.
He stopped suddenly and put his hands on her waist. He had his head resting against her shoulder. She could feel his hands shaking and he was breathing hard. She stayed still, realizing he was trying to regain his composure. “Someone is in my office,” He whispered. “I have to go.”
He stood straight and looked down at her, his face slightly reddened and his lips swollen. Gods, with just that intense stare she felt another deep throb in her lower belly. She bit her lip, trying not to think of how terrible she probably looked at the moment.
His eyes darted to her mouth as she trapped her lip between her teeth and he licked his lips slowly. He pushed himself away from her, shaking his head and said, “I will be back soon. Don’t…” She had licked her lips and he faltered in his speech. He cleared his throat, “Don’t let anyone in.”
He walked quickly to the door and it slammed behind him. She rested her head against the bookshelf for a moment, storing away the intensity of the kiss and her reaction to it. She wanted to do it again. And a lot more. And then do that again. Her thoughts made no sense to herself. The only thing she did know was that she was in deep lust with her former enemy. And that he was an absolutely amazing kisser. And that she really wanted to get her damp panties off. And she was incredibly turned on.
She walked unsteadily to the loo and opened the door. There was a shower stall in the middle of the floor with a white curtain wrapping around it. She turned on the tap after staring at it momentarily and figuring out how it worked. She remembered the clothes he had brought out and looked around to see if the room had provided her with any. None. So she went back into the library and took the clothes off the chair, trying not to think about how he looked when he put them there or any of the events which followed.
Half-fake kiss? What does that even mean? He half-wanted to kiss me? Although, it is apparent now that he definitely wanted to kiss me this time. She thought as she shut the door to the already steamy room. She smiled at the thought. But that means nothing other than that. She frowned slightly. She wondered about what all this meant. It wasn’t like she liked him especially, and he probably just wanted a quick lay anyway.
Maybe she should just give into the carnal desire aching in her core and let that be the end of it. There was no real shame in having sex for the first time this year… or most of last year… Even the last guy she had slept with had been a one night stand. She barely had time for her friends, much less a… relationship. She had her trusty vibrator at home and that was all she needed. Pushing aside the thought for the moment, she stepped into the hot water and let out a happy moan.
She shampooed her hair, allowing her mind to float wherever it would. The shampoo slipping over her breasts made her shiver and reawakened her passion. She rinsed out the rest and allowed her fantasies to take over. When she slipped her fingers between her swollen lips she couldn’t help but lean forward as her fantasy Draco took her from behind. She imagined him pulling her hips roughly against him. She imagined he would growl in pleasure as she touched herself at his command. She could feel the coil close to snapping and all it took was for fantasy Draco to order her orgasm. She didn’t hold back any of the cries of pleasure as she rose the waves of her orgasm.
She tried to catch her breath and allowed the hot water to relax her tight muscles of her back. Fine, I guess maybe I do like him a little bit. It’s also so easy to imagine him being a Dominant partner… Hermione thought back to her second sexual partner, a man who had introduced her to BDSM. They had been together for sex only and every time had been more phenomenal than the last. She only knew him as Sir and had been wholly ok with it.
He helped her get through some of the worst guilt about how the war had happened, mostly about the people she had injured and even killed during the final battle. He had known nothing about her, he was a Muggle after all. She had gone to the wrong club one night wearing a spring dress and her hair tied in a long ponytail. The members of the club were wearing lots of leather and most of the women were on chains or were whipping men on x-shaped contraptions.
She still didn’t know why she stayed longer than a moment in the presence of these apparent deviants. The man she came to know as Sir only had circled her standing just inside the door. He had popped her mouth closed with a single finger and asked her if she wanted to play. He had only been wearing Muggle jeans, sitting low on his hips. His skin was dark, his muscles accentuated by the surreal lights illuminating the place. In his hand had been a riding crop.
She had questioned what he meant. He explained she had shown up to a place for people with interests in the darker side of sex. Did she want to join? She thought about it. She told him yes. She had been taken to his private room above the club and he had taken her to places she had never experienced with Ron. She had her first orgasms that night, first from his fingers as a reward, later from his hard length in her.
As time progressed she learned how to please him. She told him about the war, using Muggle terms and trying not to give too much information about it. He had understood. He told her that if she felt guilty, he could help. He had caned her. She deserved every second of it. She should never have been rewarded for killing people or injuring them. Her morals had been tested and shattered in the war. Sir helped her find them again and make them stronger.
Four years of seeing him on a weekly basis and he told her he could no longer see her. He had decided to marry his girlfriend and he wanted to be exclusive with her for a while. Hermione understood. There were no real feelings between them, just sex and care. She felt like he had helped her as a therapist would, but always thought herself ridiculous for thinking it. He just fucked her for heaven’s sake. Maybe it had to do with the way that he actually cared for her while everyone else had abandoned her.
She opened the shower curtain without even paying attention to what she had been doing. She hadn’t thought of that man in a very long time. She had barely even remembered what he looked like until she thought of him just then. Shaking her head, she stepped out of the shower and put on Draco’s shirt over her bra and panties. It came nearly to her knees at the tails and she almost laughed. How had she never realized how much bigger he was than she? She looked in a full length mirror which had showed up next to her and decided this would make a cute dress.
She transfigured the middle of the ‘dress’ so it had more of an empire waist to flatter her curves. Then she cuffed the sleeves until they sat at her mid-forearms and narrowed the shoulders with her wand. She twisted and turned in the mirror, trying to make sure no one could see through the material in the light and it was not too revealing on her thighs. Finally she spelled her hair dry, deciding to let her curls stay as they were. She didn’t have her potions, so the wavy style she liked would have to be forgotten for now.
She put the pants over her arm and put the sweats in the laundry chute. She decided to grab a book and lay down in his bed. Her heart was fluttering in her chest at the thought of being surrounded by his marvelous scent. She may not like him all that much but even she had to admit he smelled amazing at all times. Trying to ignore the tingling from between her thighs, she grabbed a random book about Sleeping Draughts and entered his room. It was larger than the room she had been offered when she first arrived, but the furniture was nearly the same. He had opted to have the color scheme be in greens and browns, reflecting the library. He also had a large fireplace to brood over, which made Hermione laugh to herself at the all too believable picture.
Leaving the door open, she turned to the bed and piled pillows around so she could recline on the bed with her borrowed book. She noticed as she crawled under the covers that there was a piano and a violin in the corner she had not seen at first. She picked up her wand from where she had placed it on the nightstand and pointed it at the instruments with an incantation. They began to play softly and she smiled as she curled her knees to support the book.
Not long after, she closed her eyes to rest them. She was thinking about all the information she had just read and allowed her mind to mull over it all as she reclined and listened to the soft music.
“This is a welcome sight.” Draco’s sardonic voice broke through her concentration.
She cracked an eye and looked at him leaning against the door jamb for a second. “What, the familiarity of a random woman in your bed or me with a book in my hands?”
He smirked, “I’ve never had a woman in this bed. So I’ll go with the second.”
She lifted her hands above her head for a stretch and told him, “It’s a welcome sight to see me with a book in my hands. What a strange way to open a conversation.”
“Hm, you’re right. It’s a welcome sight to see a lovely woman in my bed with a book in her hands. There, I like that one.” He stood straight and sauntered over to the bed to sit facing her. “Did you fall asleep again?”
“No, I was examining the information.”
“Ah, I was beginning to worry that you were a narcoleptic or some other such nonsense.”
“Narcolepsy is a perfectly real diagnosis, I’ll have you know. Regardless, I don’t have any form of a sleeping disorder.”
“Oh?” He kept his gaze on her and plucked the book from her hands, “Then why were you reading this?” His voice was merely curious, she thought.
“Why not?” She shrugged, feeling silly. “You never know when that kind of information might come in handy.” He looked down at the book and back at her pointedly. “I just picked a book at random, Malfoy.” She said with a laugh.
“Oh, back to Malfoy are we? I rather enjoyed how you say my name.”
She mimicked the face he made when he was being arrogant, smirk and haughty eyebrows included. “I discovered that. I may have bruising on my lower back from that bookcase.”
He licked his lower lip slowly, looking at her evilly, “Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?” He asked, his voice a little rougher.
She arched an eyebrow, “Perhaps later.” She suddenly remembered the rest of the world, and stopped flirting. “What time is it? Who was in your office? Any news yet on where Rowle is?”
He placed a hand on her calf over the sheets and started stroking along the lines of her leg as he answered, “It’s nearly noon, Anthony and not yet. Lunch?”
She was about to fling back the covers and then remembered she had gone with a dress. “Yes, but can you give me a second?”
He frowned and looked at her quizzically. “First, you try and kick me out of my library, and now my own bedroom? Merlin, Granger. Get up or you’ll get a spanking.” His eyes held a glint of amusement but his tone told her he was not joking around.
She slid the covers off her bared legs and heard his hiss of approval at her actions. His voice tight, he told her, “That is a good transfiguration.”
She smiled proudly and tucked her legs underneath her so she could slide to the edge of the bed and step to the floor without baring anything indecent. She was stopped by Draco before she could walk away. His hand was on her hip and he examined her for a moment. “Hermione.” He said in a thick voice. He cleared his throat and continued, “I don’t just want a one off. I don’t do that. I don’t want you to think that’s ok. And teasing me…” He looked at her body again with hunger in his gaze. “Merlin, that’s so not ok, it’s nearly torture.”
She looked at him for a moment, thinking. Finally she said, “I figured you would be the type to be ok with a one night stand. We couldn’t have a relationship anyway, you live here, and I live in Ireland. There’s a big difference.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. Reparations would have been divided between you and the Golden Trio. You only work for Chang because you enjoy it.”
“Yes I do. You can’t seriously be asking me to come here and give up my whole life for a relationship with you based on a half-fake kiss and a real one? We barely know each other as you stated.”
He stood and towered over her, “You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same as I do.”
“Well, I don’t know how you feel.”
Doubt showed across his face. She was about to cross her arms across her chest in frustration when he pulled her closer to him and held her there. Her hands flew up while he was pulling her and now rested on his chest. “That you belong here.” He said and lowered his lips to hers.
She let him kiss her, examining what he had said. Thought suddenly halted when he growled and she felt an answering clench of need. She whimpered and allowed her fingers to find his silky hair once more.
He pulled away and looked down at her once more. She felt slightly dazed and blinked several times to try and get her hormones under control. He told her, “Just think about it.”
He gently took her hand and led her out of his private rooms and down to his office. They lunched in silence on the floor, Hermione had her back to the door and her legs tucked underneath her as she considered what he had said.
She remembered arguing with herself to stop seeing things which weren’t there, but he was telling her they were there. And to make matters worse, this whole time she had been in his company, she had been fighting liking him at all- other than little things. Multiple times, she had to stop herself from staring at him while he stared off into the distance, apparently lost in his own thoughts. She was about to start in on questioning him when he stood and helped her to her feet.
“We need to get to the surface. Ready?” He asked.
She nodded and followed him out the door.
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